i stand in the puddle
of realization that

your aloofness is my elixir.
your flaws are my perception
of beauty.

your heart is my home
, but your home- a corruption 
and gold no longer sparkled
like it used to.

like chasing winds

i’m caught in the slew of
your scents.

they’re yellow devitalized
holes.

like bookmarks, smells mark
memories
so one may easily flip to a
page

and I stand in a sea of faces
and ask

“where are you?”

i guess your aloofness is my
elixir.